Sorry for the long wait for an update. I'm hoping now that it's summer break I'll be able to update more regularly. (Famous last words, I know.) Thank you so much to everyone who read and review!

I went upstairs to my room, which was of course still a disaster area from getting ready earlier. I checked my phone and saw three new text messages. The first was from Sam.

U suck!

I ignored it.

The second was from Carrie.

Hey, did you make it home ok? I didn't realize you wanted to leave or I would've taken you home.

I replied. Yeah, I'm fine. I hate Sam.

The third was from Katie, my friend from physics who got food poisoning and couldn't go to the dance.

You should've been homecoming queen. Also, I shouldn't have eaten that Chinese food yesterday. Hope the dance was fun!

Katie always made me laugh. Thanks! Feel better!

I set my phone down and started cleaning up the makeup I had left out on top of my vanity. I was halfway through my eyeshadows when I heard a knock on my window. I jumped, startled.

It was probably just a branch.

I dusted some spilled foundation powder off of the counter, found the cap to my lipstick, and answered another text from Katie when I heard the knock again. I was starting to get concerned. It wasn't a particularly windy night, unless we were supposed to get storms later on.

Cautiously, I moved across my room to investigate.

What if it was a murderer? Wouldn't that just be the perfect ending to a perfect day? I could see the headlines now: 'Wendy Darling, homecoming court candidate, brutally murdered outside bedroom window.'

I heard the knock a third time.

"Okay, Wendy," I whispered to myself. "It's just a branch. You're going to look just to reassure yourself. You're going to open the curtain, and see a tree, or something equally as harmless. It's not a person. You're on the second floor. How could a person get there?"

My heart pounding, I gingerly reached for the curtain. I chickened out, pulling my hand back in.

Stop being stupid, I commanded myself.

I grabbed the curtain, tore it open, and screamed, dropping the curtain.

I sat on the floor for a moment, attempting to collect myself before I stood up again and pulled the curtain aside.

I recognized the boy standing there at once. He had gotten taller, and his hair had darkened some, but I would remember him anywhere.

"Peter?" I asked.

He smiled and nodded.

I wasn't sure whether I wanted to laugh or cry. I clasped my hands over my mouth to stop myself from doing either.

Peter gestured at me to open the window.

"Peter!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around him. "Peter, it's been so long! How are you? What are you doing here?" I pulled away and got another look at him. "You look the same only—older." I stopped. He shouldn't look older. He didn't age. "You look older. How…"

Peter's best friend, a blonde fairy named Tinkerbelle, climbed into the window. A word on fairies, because the stories always seem to get them wrong: they're not tiny little dots of light like you see in the paintings. They're far more like us than that. Tink was petite, but not inhumanly so. "So we've found the great Wendy Darling at last," she quipped.

"Hi Tink," I said. She had never really seemed to like me very much.

"The mermaids will love your dress," she said.

I figured that was as close to a compliment as I was ever going to get from her. "Thanks," I said. "Wait. Do you mean we're going back?"

"Do you want to?" Peter asked.

"Are you crazy?" I exclaimed. "Of course I want to!" I sat down on the window seat. "Finally. I've been waiting five years. Five years. Do you know how crazy that feels? I was twelve the last time I saw Neverland." I got another good look at Peter. "You didn't answer my question. Why are you not still twelve? You're the great Peter Pan. I didn't think you were supposed to grow up."

He and Tink exchanged a worried glance. "It's not important," he said.

"But I'm curious," I insisted.

He didn't answer. Stubborn as always. But, my gosh, he was cute. Significantly cuter than Sam. It wasn't every day that your childhood crush came crashing through your window.

"So do you want to go back?" Peter asked. "Because you know, this is your last chance, more or less. You'll be eighteen soon and once you're eighteen, you can't get back in."

"Yes I want to go back!" I insisted. "I just want to know why now? Why did you wait so long?"

Tink cleared her throat. "We, ah, really should get going." She looked at Peter pointedly, and then turned to me. "Are your brothers coming with us again? I'm sure they're love to be reunited with the Lost Boys."

"Oh. Right." How could I have forgotten? I walked down the hall and knocked on the boys' door. They were, of course, playing video games. "We have a visitor."

"A visitor?" John asked. "But it's nighttime."

I smiled. "I know. This is a special visitor."

"Who is it?" Michael asked.

"It's Peter Pan."

And I think I will leave you hanging there! Mwahahahaha. My goal for the summer is to update all of my fics with some degree of regularity. Please don't set your standards too high though…

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